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Day 1: There's Something In The Pumpkin Juice...
Who: Everyone!
Where: The Great Hall
When: Monday, February 4th, 2013 at Breakfast
Format: Go to town with whatever you'd like
Open/Closed: OPEN
Breakfast time at Hogwarts! The early risers are giddy and fresh with the brisk sunshine of a winter morning. The late risers are just managing to groggily shake out their bed-heads. The long, narrow house tables fill up with an attractive assortment of pastries, breakfast meats, toast, rice, and eggs, with selections ranging from a light continental breakfast to a full English or Asian-style breakfast. The pumpkins juice flows freely during the winter season, the squash in storage plentiful until the approach of spring.
But what's this? Some of the juice goblets taste a little… funny today, especially those belonging to muggle-born witches and wizards. Did pumpkin juice always taste slightly rancid? Have the pumpkins rotted too early? Did the cook or the house-elves go nuts with the spices?
The answer rings loud and clear by the time mid-morning approaches. With any fortune, the hospital wing and our resident Potions Mistress is ready for the onslaught of visitors that day.
((NOTE: Welcome to the first Les Warts Event! As described in the Out-of-Character Event Description, one-by-one, some choice students (and Professors) will succumb to the effects of a poisoned drink. Perhaps you end up with nothing more than a terrible stomach ache and a full day in the loo, the unpleasant and vile effects of a swig of Laxative Potion. Or worse yet, you end up as one of the unlucky few to receive Venomous Tentacula Juice in your morning drink, in which your insides burn irrepressibly and the skin turns a rather plummy shade of purple.
Only one pattern exists, to those characters sharp enough to observe the results of this prank and put two and two together: Only muggle-born witches and wizards have been targeted.
Feel free to play as you like. A mean-spirited prank seems to be the culprit… But who might have done such a thing? Was it an outcast, seeking revenge? Was it your best friend, looking for a quick laugh? Or is it something else completely?
All students will be administered cures by our Healer and Potions Professor by the end of the day. Aside from that, anything goes!))
Where: The Great Hall
When: Monday, February 4th, 2013 at Breakfast
Format: Go to town with whatever you'd like
Open/Closed: OPEN
Breakfast time at Hogwarts! The early risers are giddy and fresh with the brisk sunshine of a winter morning. The late risers are just managing to groggily shake out their bed-heads. The long, narrow house tables fill up with an attractive assortment of pastries, breakfast meats, toast, rice, and eggs, with selections ranging from a light continental breakfast to a full English or Asian-style breakfast. The pumpkins juice flows freely during the winter season, the squash in storage plentiful until the approach of spring.
But what's this? Some of the juice goblets taste a little… funny today, especially those belonging to muggle-born witches and wizards. Did pumpkin juice always taste slightly rancid? Have the pumpkins rotted too early? Did the cook or the house-elves go nuts with the spices?
The answer rings loud and clear by the time mid-morning approaches. With any fortune, the hospital wing and our resident Potions Mistress is ready for the onslaught of visitors that day.
((NOTE: Welcome to the first Les Warts Event! As described in the Out-of-Character Event Description, one-by-one, some choice students (and Professors) will succumb to the effects of a poisoned drink. Perhaps you end up with nothing more than a terrible stomach ache and a full day in the loo, the unpleasant and vile effects of a swig of Laxative Potion. Or worse yet, you end up as one of the unlucky few to receive Venomous Tentacula Juice in your morning drink, in which your insides burn irrepressibly and the skin turns a rather plummy shade of purple.
Only one pattern exists, to those characters sharp enough to observe the results of this prank and put two and two together: Only muggle-born witches and wizards have been targeted.
Feel free to play as you like. A mean-spirited prank seems to be the culprit… But who might have done such a thing? Was it an outcast, seeking revenge? Was it your best friend, looking for a quick laugh? Or is it something else completely?
All students will be administered cures by our Healer and Potions Professor by the end of the day. Aside from that, anything goes!))
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Javert shakes his head and wrinkles his nose in disgust, casts a discerning stare down to his crumpled fliers, and turns to sweep back in the direction he came. Perhaps a quick slip-in past the portrait of the Fat Lady to the Gryffindor common room is in order. Something... something tells him that a Gryffindor is at the bottom of this. Too juvenile for the orderly Hufflepuffs and cerebral Ravenclaws; not malicious enough for the Slytherins.
Bound to be a Gryffinder, damn them! And he has just the two most likely suspects in mind. Now if only he can catch one of them red-handed and coax the location of this little powwow out, he can quash this idiocy before it gets out of hand.]
no subject
After having sifted through his pockets for the right combination of magical devices to pick the spells apart—working with magic, for him, is like jimmying a lock where everyone else uses a key, a careful process of feeling out and defeating invisible mechanisms with just the right tools—he undoes what he can and delegates the final steps and the majority of the clean-up to two house elves.
Then he goes to change clothes and consider locking Cane up for the rest of the day. Useless animal.]